Tracing bruises, outside the shop rite
Fading memories of last fall and last night
I won’t ever meet your expectations
And I’m so scared of letting you down, of taking vacations
And it's unbearable
You want more from me
But I am sore, I’m sorry
I’ve been put through the ringer
I flinch every time I see the words “I Hate Steven Singer”
Black coffee and white lies, sit in the air in my room
Bite my tongue to spite myself, I don’t need help
You’re unbearable
You want more from me
But I am sore, I’m sorry
I’ve been put through the ringer
I flinch every time I see the words “I Hate Steven Singer”
Smoking under highway signs
Midpoint between your place and mine
I laugh and tell you that I feel fine
But I’m not fine
I don't hate you
But I can’t stand you
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